Love?

God, give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the strength to have the patience to wait for things that take time, the strength to be a stronger person, the strength to know what the right thing to do is, the strength to stick to what I believe. 

Whoever said love is easy? Love takes work, courage, patience, acceptance, trust and strength. Love is full of roller coasters, when the most certain things can start to feel weak; the most positive things start to feel wrong and the simplest things start to become the most complicated ones. Once you fall, no one tells you how hard it is to get back up. No one tells you to keep one foot on the ground, no one tells you to keep checking back into reality and all you are left with are the breaths you take, the tears that slip out of your eyes, the ache in your heart and the weakness in your body. No one tells you that once you fall, it’s hard to step back, to take back what you feel, to distance yourself, to protect yourself, to help yourself. 
 
How can people fall in love full heartedly over and over again? How is it possible to have that sort of energy and strength in one’s heart to give the same devotion to someone else? How do they end up dealing with a heart break, with the loneliness followed by losing the one you love, the one you pictured everything with? 
 
Who has these answers..Where can I get them..
 
How can one day be the complete opposite of what you will see tomorrow? 
I can’t do this anymore. 
How do I explain what happened?
I was on a beach looking for seashells, rocks, something different, something I could call mine. The closer I got to the water, the more I found until I slipped. Instead of stopping myself and getting back up or turning away, I fell and kept falling. I fell until I drowned myself because it was closer and closer to what I thought I needed. After I got to the deep middle of the sea, I realized this is not good. The dangers of the darkness crawled out on me, the more I tried to stop myself and turning away, the more I felt stuck, the heavier I felt myself getting. The misery of the event was just as sad as it was happy when I began it. As much as I wanted to touch the ground to walk on at the bottom of the sea is how much the water kept repelling me from it. 
 
I am stuck. With a heavy heart and a web of confusion. I gave him the key, the only one I had..